When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother,
What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me:
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart,
What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said:
Que sera, sera, “
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
Now I have Children of my own.
They ask their mother,
What will I be? “
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly:
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.